Amy,
It was my first yoga class in a while and it felt weird. I mean, what’s the perception of someone who hasn’t been to a yoga class in a while? As I looked at all the bodies flat on the ground, all I could think of was John Belushi, I mean Bluto, in Animal House: “Hey! What’s this lyin’ around sh*t?” The people were barely clothed but this wasn’t a toga party. What were we doing? Why were they, and I, doing this so early on a Saturday morning? It’s not gonna help my GPA. I don’t think I can put it on my resume.
My warrior wasn’t solid and I was surely susceptible to enemy attacks. The heels of my downward dog weren’t touching the ground but I didn’t feel high. I was quivering in vasisthasana as my brain made a futile attempt at translating sanskrit.
In a strange way I felt exhilarated as we flowed through the poses. I felt out of my mind and surely looked crazy so maybe I should wear a toga to the next class. I can visualize it now: A little bit louder now. Shout! Shout! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Gary
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